Fortune Cookies: Poems by Andrew Cox

Late One Summer

Her husband died and left her standing on the edge of a field and the people on the other side are having a picnic and watch her as she starts across while heat hovers over the field and she walks as they keep watching and she doesn't know if she will make it across but she keeps walking and they keep watching and she continues and they continue and this spell will not be broken and they never stop watching and she never arrives.

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